And the Ultrasound Says…

Yesterday at 9:30 I had my 20-week ultrasound.  I was sooo nervous beforehand for two reasons: 1) I know people who have gone into their ultrasound and come back out with devastating, unexpected news, and 2) I REALLY wanted to know the gender, as you all know, and part of me was very nervous that baby wouldn’t show the goods. Then Emily would have a good revengeful laugh, and we really can’t have that, now can we??

Happily, my fears on both counts were unfounded!  Our baby is healthy and measuring perfectly with my due date, and is not very modest, no NOT AT ALL!  It didn’t take the ultrasound tech more than a second to say, “IT’S A BOY!”

Leg, Leg, NOT A LEG

She took a couple measurements of his head first and then asked if we wanted to know the gender, so we didn’t have to wait long. I must say, Bobby and I were BOTH shocked! We laughed out loud. This baby had us tricked! We were both leaning heavily towards girl, and when she said BOY, and I could SEE that it was true, I realized how much I REALLY thought I was having a girl.

But I’m not!  Bobby, me, and 60% of you were wrong! We are having a beautiful, baby boy!  And I couldn’t be more thrilled or thankful to God.  We are all super-excited!  Especially big brother Joshua who was reallllly holding out for a boy (I guess Sophie’s just not cutting it for him?)

Of course, we had the big NAME discussion the day before, because I cannot stand for my babies not to be named the second after I know whether they have a pee-pee or a hoo-hoo.

But I think I’ll save his name story for another post.  After all, I want to keep you coming back to read, don’t I? {Insert diabolical laugh!}

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The Tired

Twenty weeks.  Twenty weeks, people.  Halfway there. Only two more days (two! more! days!!!!) until I find out if this kiddo is a boy or a girl.  But I’m so tired, I almost can’t even get excited. (Ok, that’s a lie. But I am. SO. tired.)

And I’m only halfway there!  How am I gonna make it through the rest of this pregnancy?  I got very little rest on vacation, thanks to the kids sleeping in the same room with us (Sophie at 3 a.m.: “What? Mommy, Daddy, and Joshua are ALL HERE?  Let’s PARTY!  Let’s jump on some air mattresses or poop our pants or something!) and a schedule of family fun.  And now I seriously feel like I got hit by a TRUCK.  Tonight a friend of mine stopped by about 8:15 and said, “Wow, you look like you are feeling really bad.”

I had a look in the mirror. I couldn’t argue.

All you lovely ladies who just loooove being pregnant, who feel so GREAT during the 2nd trimester, I don’t get you.  Oh how I wish I did.

Twenty more weeks.  Crossing my fingers for nineteen.  And maybe a little rest between now and then.

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Gender Watch 2010: Is it a Boy or a Girl?

Photo by Davezilla on Flickr

In fifteen days I get to find out this baby’s gender.  It’s a good thing I have some distractions between now and then (party! vacation!) because the suspense is about to keeeeeel me.  For seriouslies. I know some people don’t think it’s important to know the baby’s gender before he or she is born, but as previously discussed, those people are sadistic nutjobs, ranking only *slightly* above those who do not choose a name until the child is born.  (Hmm, and I know someone who is BOTH kinds of CRAZY!  Can you guess who??)

Here’s what “evidence” I have to go on for my gender guesses:

Girl – because I was sick for a long time like I was with Sophie (I am 18 weeks, and this is the first week I have not had to take the Zofran every day!)

Boy – because I am craving cola, which I did with Joshua.  Bye Bye, Mountain Dew, hello Pepsi, Coke, and Dr. Pepper.  Yellow is out, brown is in. Um, wait, did I totally revert to a potty training post there?

*Ahem*

Fifteen days.  Fifteen days.  In fifteen days I will know what kind of  baby clothes I need to buy (gave both sets of 0-6 away loooong ago!), whether I’m in for more draaa-maa or more train track (ok, that’s not fair, Sophie loved trains.  But dangit we gave all those away TOO!!), whether as I so delicately put on my facebook status a few days ago, this baby has a “pee-pee” or a “hoo-hoo” ( I know, I ooooze class!)

And I. CAN’T. WAIT!

So here’s the belly in question – what do YOU think?

18 weeks belly

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